"Well, I
guess that's partly my fault for having the sign read that way. I'll
have it changed. But your little boy is quite smart to be able to read
so well," he added.
"Oh, I go to school!" said Freddie proudly, "only there isn't any now on
account of--well I guess the boiler got on fire," he added.
"He's a regular little fireman," said Mr. Bobbsey. "He can't read very
much, but one of the first words he learned to spell was 'fire,' and
he's never forgotten it."
The boat was now going on down the river toward Mount Vernon, and the
excitement caused by the false alarm of fire was over.
Of course Freddie had done wrong, though he had not meant to, and
perhaps it was not all his fault. However, his father and mother scolded
him a little, and he promised never to do such a thing again.
I wish I could tell you that the Bobbsey twins were interested in Mount
Vernon, but the truth of the matter is that the two younger ones were so
busy talking about Freddie's fire alarm, and Bert and Nan, with Billy
and Nell, also laughed so much about it, that they did not pay much
attention to the tomb of the great Washington, or anything about the
place where the first President of the United States once had his home.
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